Brought up in the world of changes, part time cleaner in a holiday featI stare out to sea at the ships at nightNo anaesthesia, I'm going to work on it day to dayNo zephyr, no light relief it seems

But maybe it's a dreamI'm lying back in a row of timber casesPlaced out on the dock with nightmare faces looking at meAnd I can see now and I wanna be free now

This is my homeThis is my seaDon't paint it with the future of factoriesI want to stayI feel okThere's nothing else that's perfectI'll have my wayBrought up in a world of changes, waste product pedestrian limb from limbShort changed by the surfing priest againTwo children in the harbour, they play their games storm water drainWrite their contract in the sand, it'll be grey for life

But you can draw the blind, but you can't stop the sunFrom shining on and onAnd getting you thereTide forever beckons you to leave something holds you backIt's not the promise of a swell or a girl justA hope that someday someway it'll be okSo you step and say

This is my homeThis is my seaDon't paint it with the future of factoriesThis is my lifeThis is my rightI'll make it what I want toI'll stay and I'll fight